war of people.

Last week, I did a poetry reading as part of a program called 'Through the Eyes of a Woman: Seeing HER in HIStory'. When I found out what the theme was this year, I tried to answer what I personally thought it to mean. This thought process sparked the creation of the piece I eventually read in the show. This is what I came up with.

war of people.

With brown eyes wide open,

I am a small woman who lives in a big, big world.

This world is one dominated by male influence.

Yet also, a world dominated by racism

By poverty and war.

Brokenness and darkness.

Inequality.

Across virtually every avenue, life in unequal.

Some eat caviar while others starve

Some sail yachts while others drown screaming

Some commit abuse while others fall victim to it

Some scatter joy while others murder laughter

Some hope for Heaven while others fear Hell

Some chase their dreams while others run from them.

They say "life is a marathon, not a sprint".

But I often wonder where we are running to, and more importantly-

What it is that we are so desperately running from.

With brown eyes wide open,

I certainly see sexism.

But I also feel a stinging in my heart and my bones aching as I watch the news.

I smell the decay of rotting war and ashes from bridged burned.

I hear cries for help echo in the night, loud as a gong.

Our little battle of the sexes is trivial amidst this large war of people.

I put knowledge, loneliness, and faith in my pocket, head down the road of life.

With brown eyes lurking over a blink,

The big, big world stops for just a moment and

I see something different.

I see potential.